Drag kings, Nuns and Sparkly Green Panties

I've been a huge fan of drag queens for a long time, and there was definitely some major talent rocking the stage. There was also some major talent rocking the bench seats....and the backdoor....and the bathroom stall...but that's a different kind of story. There were feather boas, grinding dance grooves, nun's habits, the yummiest looking drag kings on the planet, sequined undies, stiletto heels, strange door prizes, and everyone there either being who they are...or who they want to be...all for a good cause.

And even though the bartender made me a horribly nasty drink called "Bitch on Wheels," and then charged me for a new drink when I took it back to her visibly gagging, it was a fabulous time.

Here are some of my favorite answers from the very intensive interview portion of the pageant

Sister of Perpetual Indulgence: What do you want the judges to know about you?Drag Queen Contestant: I like to cook Betty Crocker dinners and get flogged after dessert.

Sister: What do you think is the best way to help with the Middle East peace process?Drag King Contestant: Um.......Uh......Maybe fly some rainbow flags all over the place?

Sister: What do you want the judges to know about you?Drag Queen Contestant: David Bowie is my spirit animal.

Sister: Which brand of lube do you feel lasts the longest?Drag Queen Contestant: My saliva.

Alright, who is the dip shit that left the glow-in-the dark bread crumbs down for ordinary guy to find his way back. (OK, maybe he did)

At least he did not ask if you were a Lipstick Lesbian. Then we would know where he is going!

Oh, and Goddess, I would apologize for my abrupt exit, but I seem to recall that you had already predicted that I would not make it to the start of the Main Event. You probably also knew that my leaving would pave the way for my best friend to follow suit at the first opportune time. SO I guess I owe you an apology for leaving, and taking the only other straight guy in the venue with me (sort of).

The crack about the heels was very nice...I will reserve my right not to provide a snappy comeback.

Ordinary guy...welcome back! I've missed you and that crazy little straight-laced world you live in.

Boy....no apologies...I was just utterly confused as to why a guy who would stick a dollar bill in my cleavage would take off suddenly without even giving me time to smack him on the ass. And truly...you'd be stunning in a pair of stilettos.

haha. My dad is a Sister. Nida Salivation. Good times. I missed the drag show unfortunately. But lemme tell ya - starting my night at 9:30 when I know for a fact my daughter will be waking up at 2-3am for her middle of the night feeding...well....eh, no so appealing. :)